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I walk through the calm forest in the time of knights |
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And only the dark memories are left from these times |
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There's pieces of armour on skeletons |
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Of men lying on the ground |
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They were killed by the stab of the sword |
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Before me lays thousands of dead knights |
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Beneath of my feets lays skeletons |
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And only the dark memories |
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Are left of this Knighthood |
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On this ground all fought for domination, |
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But no one stayed alive |
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And no one knows why that even one life, |
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Didn't survive |
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It must have been the powers of evil, |
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That killed the rest of the men |
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On this bloodstained ground, |
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That which stories has been told |